Zhang Deming nodded in confirmation.
Feng Mingyou spoke up, "So, you're saying you've joined some secret organization behind the Sect's back, and you don't actually have connections in the Sect's upper echelons?"
'So that's what he thought I was hinting at yesterday. I see.'
Zhang Deming nodded again. "Yes."
Feng Mingyou's expression flickered, turning a little grim. This was a far cry from what he had expected; he felt like he'd gotten in way over his head.
He knew that while the Sect's management was lax, joining another organization behind its back was a different matter entirely.
But Feng Mingyou knew it was too late to say anything now.
Things had already come to this. With the other party revealing himself as a member of a secret organization, he no longer had a choice.
At a time like this, rather than saying something discordant that would destroy the tacit understanding between them, it was better to just take things one step at a time.
